Excuse me sir
I’d like to exchange this heart
for one that’s bright and shiny
and not all torn apart

He took my heart into his hands
Said here let’s look at this
But my dear your hearts not broken
It’s simply needs a fix

With each word he said
the sinews grew right there
it was as if he knew me in ways
and handled it with care

It didn’t seem to matter
and I laid it all out bare
he tucked it in his pocket
said let me keep it there

I listened as he spoke
his words they had such light
and I wondered would he listen
to all my cares and frights

I asked could he be with me
through life’s worries and snares
He applied this balm upon my heart
His Grace is resting there

Inspired from a conversation with a dear dear friend